lividlyinlove

[lividlyinlove]

if A doesnt say some "this was a mistake" esque shit after their first kiss i dont want it

#speak it pearl #i need this desperately #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

[lividlyinlove]

Whooohoohoo, better get ready, it’s gonna get bumpy!!!

#I'M NOT READY #karma (aka literally just her stupid choices) coming back to bite eby in the ass #amazing #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

[lividlyinlove]

I’m not sure how to handle this Specialist Agent M 😳😳

#i'm being so normal about this #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

[lividlyinlove]

Here it’s is! The Wayhaven Chronicles Book 3 Teaser Trailer 2! Not long now….

Credits:

Stock media provided by DreamnoteMusic/Pond5

Stock media provided by S_WorX/Pond5

Music Editing provided by Webcrafterz

#i'm losing it #*waits faster* *waits faster* *waits faster* *wai- #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

[lividlyinlove]

one of the worst feelings in the world is when you're playing a game with dialogue choices and none of the options are something you want to say. like i know it's not me, it's the character i'm playing, but he would not fucking say that. i know him better than you and the burden of this knowledge weighs heavier on me than you will ever understand.

#me playing twc with cherie #the game doesn't let me be mean and angry and traumatized so i write fic 😌

[lividlyinlove]

Strap yourselves in A-mancers!

#i will not survive book 3 #the wayhaven chronicles #twc #seraphinitegames

[lividlyinlove]

Kinda want to write fic again... 🥺

#random talk because why not #i have been Thinking about phoebe

[lividlyinlove]

IT’S HERE!!!! The Wayhaven Chronicles Book Three Teaser Trailer!!!!!!

I’m really pleased with how this came out - this is my first ever trailer so I really hope you all enjoy it!

There will be more too! Planning on Love Interest/romance specific ones and a Patreon exclusive trailer too!

Make sure to add The Wayhaven Chronicles Book Three to your Steam Wishlist TODAY! Link here: https://store.steampowered.com/app/2120320/Wayhaven_Chronicles_Book_Three/

.

.

.

.

.

Attributions: stock media provided by nadiya_sergey, S_WorX, andreha, Ultrasonik, jdgehlert from Pond5 and Canva.

#don't look at me #ty i love it i will be going insane until april 6 #seraphinitegames #the wayhaven chronicles #twc

[lividlyinlove]

write your url by only using emojis

🍅✨✨

#😡❤️ #this is actually what my url means

[lividlyinlove]

should I keep sharing random, out-of-context drafts and drabbles that I forgot I wrote and am pleasantly surprised to stumble across again

#screaming crying throwing up etc #my love for chase is too great #shepherds of haven

[lividlyinlove]

rb this to give the person you rb it from a hug

#<3 #pearl 😌

[lividlyinlove]

#witchcraft crumble blood #thanks no thanks ❤️ #accidentally reblogged this to my sideblog.... good omens

[lividlyinlove]

I posted 82 times in 2021

36 posts created (44%)

46 posts reblogged (56%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.3 posts.

I added 63 tags in 2021

#belle 💖💍 - 10 posts

#ask game - 9 posts

#cherie young - 8 posts

#oc profile - 6 posts

#tag meme - 6 posts

#this is me - 6 posts

#shepherds of haven - 5 posts

#character asks - 5 posts

#random talk because why not - 4 posts

#wip - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#cherie has mason listed as 'bad idea' or in book 1 (before she catches feelings) it's probably 'hot coworker' or something sjsjdhdhdhhsgdhd

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Ilaine Hawthorne

»I'm going to die. Why is it always the smallest things that are the biggest decisions?«

Full name: Tora Ilaine Hawthorne

Nicknames: Laine (by me), New Kid (by Kile)

Gender: Female

Age: 17 years old

Physical description: A teenage girl with light brown skin and black curly hair, currently in faux locs falling to her waist. Her eyes are piercing, dark brown.

Height: 5'3" / 160 cm

Romance: Gabe

Best friend: Jessie (as soon as she'll let her)

Family: Isla Hawthorne (mother), Emilio Hawthorne (father)

Fandom: Conspiracy in Emerson @emersonfreepress

Writing: Nothing to speak of yet

22 notes • Posted 2021-04-30 14:47:01 GMT

#4

WIP Smorgasbord

Thank you @smalltowndetective for tagging me! 💕💕

Calling me out again, I see 🙃

Rules: I post the names of all the files in my WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Going to sort these by fandom :D

The Wayhaven Chronicles

Fairy tale

Regret

Your Name

Stumbling Into You (Your Love)

Dog Days

Aren't angels supposed to be good?

Mind Blind

Not Enough

Your Day

Hold Me Close

Shepherds of Haven

Wasn't Expecting It

In Your Element

Look at me

Life Isn't Fair

Want You To Know

Outsider

I Am Yours

When You & I

Always You

Classical Romance

....and all the series I still haven't finished 🙃 ask away haha

I'll tag @pearlsandsteel :D

24 notes • Posted 2021-03-11 21:42:07 GMT

#3

With You By My Side

@shepherds-of-haven

pairing: Norah x Trouble

words: ~900

So, I finally wrote something for ShoH! This is based on a prompt from the Lovelace first kiss generator: "Your first kiss with Trouble is on the compound's rooftop"

I'm not going to tag the people from the TWC taglist, but thank you @smalltowndetective for reading through this for me! You're the best 💕

Now for the actual fic though 😅

[Ao3 link]

---

She had been up here many times before, but this time was different. This time, Trouble was with her.

"So what do you think of Briony and the gladiators coming here? And all the other ones, too. It must've been a lot to take in these recent months."

He rested his chin on a hand, peering into the evening sky shifting into lilacs and roses. "Yeah. It's certainly different. But I think I like it." His steady gaze moved to meet her eyes. "How are you holding up? You've been all front and center lately."

She drew in a breath, feeling uncomfortably exposed under his scrutinity. "I'm fine."

It was an automatic response, and he saw right through it. "That's not the whole truth," he mumbled, "is it?" Shifting a step closer, he continued, "I wouldn't judge you for being overwhelmed. I have enough trauma for the both of us already."

She huffed out a bitter laugh. "I shouldn't be overwhelmed. Most people dream of the attention I've gotten. It makes no sense."

"I mean, I can't speak for other people. But I'd definitely have a hard time adjusting to that. Do you think Shery would deal with it better?"

Norah sighed. "No. But I still feel like a failure somehow, you know? Everything with the Words and "Brightburner" and that, it makes me out to be so special." She snorted. "A hero, and I can't even deal with being known."

He smiled. "It is rather ironic, isn't it? You could try hiding with your shifting, perhaps."

"That would only work if there was a time people didn't look at me. But it's a nice thought. I could be a pigeon in the rafters."

He gently touched her arm. "There's no one looking at you now."

She swallowed. "You are." But it felt different. Familiar. Like she wanted him to look at her, because she was already staring back. There was a comfort there that she didn't find anywhere else.

He looked suddenly anxious. "Do you want me to go? I'd get it if you'd rather be alone."

"No. I like you." His eyes widened, and she scrambled to correct herself, "Your company! I like hanging out with you--" she cut herself off, fearing he'd back away any minute. Why did you say that?

He grinned. "You do?" It was a heartfelt expression, like she'd just handed him the stars or something equally absurd. She returned it with a fluttering heart, oh so hopeful for something she wasn't sure if he returned. Say you like me too.

"Well, I like you too, Norah. But I think you already knew that." Is that friendzone speak? She honestly had no idea anymore.

There was barely any space between them, and she longed to close it. Surely friends could cuddle together, right? It didn't have to mean anything more. You want it to mean more. But that doesn't matter.

Shifting even closer, she leaned her head onto Trouble's shoulder. Their legs dangled over the edge, but it didn't scare her, not when she was with him. He put an arm around her waist and his warmth enveloped her.

Say something. It's the perfect moment.

Drawing in a nervous breath, she started, "Trouble?"

"Yeah?"

See the full post

30 notes • Posted 2021-01-18 19:45:06 GMT

#2

Leigh Orlaigne

(Pre- and post-resurrection)

»I went out in fire and came back, like a phoenix.«

Full name: Leigh Meryl Orlaigne

Nicknames: None

Gender: Female

Age: 24 years old

Physical description: A young woman with light skin and light blonde, wavy hair falling past her shoulders. Freckles surround her wide green eyes with hints of hazel. A slight smile is often present on her face. / [After resurrection] Her hair is recently cut to about chin length after traumatic events in her life. The smile is gone and replaced by an uncertain frown.

Height: 5'4" / 163 cm

Romances: Leon, Eli

Best friend: Saine

Family: Aunt Bess (aunt, found), Saine (little brother, found)

Fandom: A Mage Reborn @mage-parivir

Writing: Nothing to speak of yet

42 notes • Posted 2021-04-27 21:18:24 GMT

#1

Winter Astyr

»I love you so, so, so much. Let it be enough. Let us be family, but closer, two pitches of the same laugh and a hug in the rain.«

Full name: Winter Zephis Astyr

Nicknames: None

Gender: Female

Age: 21 years old

Physical description: A young woman with dark brown skin and black curly hair falling just below her chin. A singular white strand, signifying her Hunter heritage, is parted in two and frames her face. Her eyes are dark brown and all too easy to drown in.

Heritage: Hunter

Height: 5'0" / 151 cm

Romance: Too aro-ace for that shit

Best friend: Halek

Family: Hecathe Astyr (mother, adoptive), Lothar Astyr (father, adoptive)

Fandom: Shepherds of Haven @shepherds-of-haven

Writing: Nothing to speak of yet

42 notes • Posted 2021-05-03 12:49:27 GMT

Get your Tumblr 2021 Year in Review →

#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #i didn't post much but this checks out #not my top tag being belle though... ily #long post

[lividlyinlove]

You're Not The Only One

Part 3

Part 1 is found here and part 2 is found here

Summary: Phoebe struggles with her feelings for Adam and his repression. Mason is her comfort and shoulder, but will he grow to become more than that?

pairing: Adam x Phoebe x Mason

words: ~1.5k

warning: spoilers for Book 3 Chapter 1

Taglist: @smalltowndetective (thank you for beta-reading this for me, you're amazing ❤️) @pearlsandsteel @swampwitched @amlovelies @freckles-spangledvampire @agentnolastname @sosolenoo @snesdudes [tell me if anyone wants to be added or removed (especially, I understand if you've lost interest over the year gone)!]

Whew, it's been a long time! I know I posted the first two parts about a year ago, so I surmise most of you lost hope of me continuing it... I almost did too, but I'm still in love with the story and characters, so I'm here now with the third part. It reuses several dialogue lines from the Book 3 demo, but there's still a decent chunk of original stuff in there :D

This past year has been... a lot. I'm not going to unload my life story on here, but I have been far from a writing mood at times.

Also, I've started development on an IF project, found over at @powered-if. Do feel free to check that out!

Fic under the cut!

———

Three days later, she could conclude that she’d been right to worry. Were the werewolves really gone? She anxiously checked behind her for several seconds before turning back to what had to be the others approaching.

Nate and Felix stepped forward, but they only held her gaze for a second before it locked with Adam's. He looked… relieved? Before she could comprehend the motion, he was right in front of her, a hand raised to her cheek. She hoped. She hoped and she wished and… he pulled away. Instead, he drew his hand to his mouth and whispered, “You’re all right…”

No, I'm not. I'm breaking and hoping and being disappointed and I don’t know if you’ll ever bring your walls down… I don’t even know if they’re walls anymore.

Yes, you do. Memories flood her, of Adam lying in a bed, half delirious with painkillers. Tu omnia. You are everything.

So what? That doesn’t mean anything. He was barely conscious. He could have said “ba be doo ba”, and you wouldn't be treating that as immovable truth, would you?

She realised he was still staring at her and cleared her throat. Then cleared it again. Opened her mouth, then closed it. Because really, what was one supposed to say when she didn’t even know how to be around him?

Felix snorted. “Well, one of you is going to have to say something. There’s so much tension around you two I can barely breathe.”

Nate frowned and said something to him, but his remark was effective in making her refocus. “Yeah, I—”

Adam cut her off. “It’s good to find you unharmed.”

She raised her eyebrows, voice croaking slightly. “Uh, thanks?” Stop it. He would say that to any team member who was recently in danger. But somehow she didn’t think he would have that… look in his eye, almost vulnerable as he gazed at her from an insurmountable distance.

Felix just rolled his eyes. “Well, that was pathetic.”

Everyone began to move away, going to talk about the mission, and she was just about to join them when Adam stepped closer to her side again. Startled, she looked up at him. His green eyes seemed to search her for something none of them understood, and her breath caught when his lips parted as if to speak, to tell her that… what? That he loves you? Don’t be ridiculous.

Then he was gone with a groan and feet already stomping in the direction of the others. She blinked, feeling tears behind her eyelids and willing them back because this really wasn’t the right situation for that.

Finally following the others, she slipped into place beside Mason, trying hard not to look at the infuriating blond who insisted on making her logical thinking turn upside down and inside out.

A hesitant hand on her back snapped her focus back to grey eyes at her side, watching her curiously. “It's fine,” she mumbled, and he dropped his hand with a nod. Then her gaze fell onto the metallic orb emanating the earlier scent. “What’s that?”

“Fritillaria imperialis.” The words would’ve sounded overly pretentious in any other mouth but Nate's.

She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment before it clicked. “The crown imperial plant?”

“Yes, exactly.”

Mason groaned. “Oh good, another Nate. One is bad enough.” He didn’t sound nearly as annoyed as he tried to, though, giving her a possibly unintentional fond smile.

Nate scratched his neck. “It's not just the plant but also a few other magical herbs to help make the musky scent extremely potent.”

“Incredibly useful at deterring away certain types of supernaturals,” Adam added. She tensed, refusing to react to the sound of his voice.

“Such as werewolves.” Nate concluded.

Adam said something about returning to the warehouse, but she was lost in thought. Why were they immediately so hostile? You did something, her insecurities said, you ruined it. Why did you volunteer yourself?

She didn't even notice that the others had drawn away until Adam addressed her directly. “Something troubles you.”

Yeah, myself. My feelings. You. Life. She pushed all of that away and veered around the question not phrased as such. “Maybe. I… can’t figure out what happened here.”

He nodded. “Even with as much preparation as we do, there are things beyond our control. You can only do so much, Detective.”

Yeah, that’s right. He can’t even call you by name. “I guess.”

His hand suddenly resting on her arm made her forget about everything else. Her eyes found his easily, as if they had never left, and a thousand unspoken words passed between them.

The last time she was this close to him… she held his hand at the reopened carnival. He hadn’t drawn away then… but it was obvious he’d been avoiding her in the month that had went by, afterwards. Right now, he was looking at her with something that she didn’t know, but definitely was far from ignoration. “I… We…” he stammered, before he let go and stepped back… again.

“Right.” Because what else was there to say? Please don’t let go of me. Please hold me closer. Please love me. No, she was admittedly pathetic, but she wouldn’t sink that far. So she turned around and walked to her car, alone.

Mason caught her gaze just before opening her car door, and jerked his head towards the passenger seat. She shook her head, but formed a heart with her hands teasingly. He scoffed and turned away, lingering for only a moment longer before disappearing into the woods.

———

They were back at the warehouse, but the familiar walls blurred together as she stared at the print-out in her hands, her own face staring back at her as words circled her head.

“It’s a Trapper's bounty.” A bounty a bounty a bounty a bounty on your head they want your head they want you dead they—

Fingers moved over hers, Adam's, taking the paper and crumpling it, but she didn’t look up, feeling her hands shaking erratically and face heat up. Not now, not now… It was all that she could do to hold the tears back as she gasped for breath, unable to make use of the air around her.

There was a couple of faint footsteps, and then she was swept up in Felix's arms as he sat down on the sofa, right beside her. “Hey, Ebe, it's okay. They won’t take you.” She burrowed her face into his chest, staying there until the panic subsided enough to speak to the others. She tapped his shoulder three times and he scooted back, keeping just one arm around her shoulders.

Nate frowned. “I suppose this would explain why the meeting with the pack ended as it did.” They were going to take her. If it had only been her and Mason— Felix's hand rubbed circles across her back, keeping steady for the moment, though she knew she would crash more fully when she was alone in her room.

———

“Detective.” Not Phoebe.

She sighed, feeling tired more than anything else. “Yes?”

“This new information….” Adam's voice hitched, but he continued, “The bounty.” Please, Adam. I let you walk me to my room, because I can never seem to say no to you, and I'd answer any question for you, but please don’t talk to me about how I'm wanted, dead or alive. Maybe just alive? It's terrifying, in any case. “More precautions will need to be taken now to ensure your safety.”

“Are you worried about me?” Yeah, right. With that wording, like a coworker.

He frowned. “Of course I am. And I know you are, too.”

She grimaced. “I don’t know. It’s not like— I'm scared, Adam, I'm so freaking scared… but I know you’ll protect me, and I probably won't be taken, so I don't really worry, but— I don't know.”.

He regarded her with intensity, nodding only once after she trailed off. “I'll have to be the one who worries for you, then.”

Her eyes avoided his, not knowing what to say. Of course he would worry about his teammate, his boss's daughter, right? Expectation had never led her right, and it wouldn’t start now.

He clasped his hands awkwardly. “I should leave you to your business.” Then he was gone, striding down the hallway.

After a moment of shock, she locked herself into her room and flopped onto her bed. No progress, as always. If he really felt like me, he wouldn't always leave.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she paused on a message from Mason. “You better now?”

“You know the answer to that. Adam left again. I don't know why I keep on hoping he won’t.”

The reply arrived only minutes later. “Because you're a hopeless optimist.”

“Are you insulting me?”

“No. It’s what makes you Phoebe, sweetheart.”

She groaned. “Don't start.”

He started writing, then disappeared. Then came back. “The stars are bright tonight.”

“That’s not how it works.”

“Come out and double-check then.”

She thought about it, but a yawn made her decision for her. “Too tired. Some other time.”

“Goodnight.”

Only a few hours later, she’d have to jump into work again... but at least she had a friend in her corner. Even if he wasn’t who she wanted to be there.

#the wayhaven chronicles #twc #my writing #wayhaven fanfic #adam du mortain #twc mason #phoebe cínne #adamxphoebexmason #this part is mostly adam-focused #but i had to throw some mason moments in there because i love him and also it's important to the plot #feat. author is fed up with all the 'panic' feeling options getting resolved by a look from RO and makes phoebe have an actual panic attack

[lividlyinlove]

Aching Heart

I’m so sorry that these have taken me so long to get to! I know things have changed in the months that I have been gone, but I hope you are able to enjoy this anyway! (Here is a bit of an explanation of where I’ve been)

And thank you so much to @lividlyinlove for letting me use your detective (again!) It’s always a delight to write for her, and I hope I did her justice! Thank you for always being amazing! :D Merry Christmas!

Ao3 Link (All Requests can be found here)

Title: Aching Heart Pairing: Mason and Cherie (@/lividlyinlove’s detective) Words: 2k Notes: In some weird timeline where Chapter 6 doesn’t exist in the demo? No Sin stuff haha!  Prompt: “I don’t want to feel this. I want to be numb again.”

If there, was one feeling that Cherie thought she would have gotten used to by now, it was the ache in her throat.

               It had become a constant feature of her life starting a few months ago, small then, easily ignored, easy to hide. Nor did she really realize exactly why it had started up in the first place. But for whatever reason, she had just decided it was better to leave that mystery be, not make things more complicated than they already were. The supernatural was enough of a stressor.

               But the ache was not fully bad one either, at least, before a few weeks ago. It was painful yet calming, like the bittersweet feeling of being finally home. A feeling that she had not felt in years.

Keep reading

#AHHHHHHHHHHHH #this killed me #me to cherie... a character that i created: why are you such a clown #i will never tire of adam being supportive #belle 💖💍 #cherie young #twc mason #not my fic #cheriexmason

[lividlyinlove]

Aw, I've missed talking to you too! I am, of course, always looking forward to reading your writing, but don't push yourself to get into things faster than what's comfortable for you in order to please us, we can wait ❤️

Glad you're back, and happy birthday to Thea! ❤️

Ah, Liv!!! Thank you so much! I've missed being able to talk to you, I hope you're doing okay! And I can't wait for you to finally read the requests from months ago! Sorry, it took me so long!

#belle 💖💍

[lividlyinlove]

#40 + 20 = 60 #8 + 2 = 10 #7 - 2 = 5 #60 + 10 + 5 = 75